Friday, July 29, 2016

Post 3332 - Friday

Welcome to the town of Pictou Public Library, on Water Street.

We drove  here today because the River John library internet connection is very poor, and we will be there tomorrow anyway.

We also came  here because we wanted to go to the enviro depot in town to get rid of some bottles and an old television and some cordless telephones. That has been taken care of. So, now, I feel justified to sit here and surf for a while and say hello. So, hello.

I am writing these words on a very old laptop that I bought a few years ago. It was old, then. It is a Dell D410. You can go google it while I am typing this. A massive 40GB hard drive. 1.5GB of ram. The computer gasps and wheezes and begs me to slow down while I work away. But I know what this machine can do, and what it cannot. It is absolutely fine for blogging, and going on facebook and twitter. It runs my preferred word processor just fine. Dropbox keeps things nice and synchronized. I can access the Frank magazine website and email portal.

Youtube is a chore for this computer. Videos stutter. Plex? Ha. You silly man. It can load the application, but don't ask it to play any of the content I have up and running at home.

But, by and large, this computer still serves me very well. The 12" screen is a perfect size for me. The keyboard is a joy to use. I will use this computer until it falls apart.

Probably any day now.

I should probably see how Patricia is making out.

Talk to you soon, my friends.


Thursday, July 28, 2016

Post 3331 - Thursday


Welcome to the cottage.

Well, the library a short distance's drive from the cottage, to be exact.

We got here very, very, very late Monday night, technically Tuesday morning. Turns out we won tickets to see "Bad Mom" Monday evening so we decided to go to that sneak peek, and then drive to the cottage. We returned from Bayer's Lake around 9:20 or so and proceeded to snare Newbie, put him in his carrier, and then load the car with the rest of our things. We pulled out around 10:15pm, and arrived at the cottage around 12:40am Tuesday.

I was overtired and ended up remaining up until 2 or so on Tuesday morning.

Slept like a bugger. Came here to the library in the afternoon but didn't have a chance to write a blog post. Did a few other things.

The last couple of days have been about taking it easy. We watched season 2 of "Better Call Saul", and at the end of that season we still don't know why he has changed his name to "Saul Goodman". The show is deeply entertaining, but moves at a glacial pace. I can see why people would not like it.

We started to watch season 3 of "Prime Suspect" last night. You know, where Helen Mirren plays a police detective. I guess we were not in the mood to watch the show. Other than a much younger Peter Capaldi in drag, there was nothing interesting to see.

We both came to the library this afternoon. The internet connection is brutally slow. I will have to keep this short because the connection is getting worse and worse.

I will try to write something here in the next couple of days.

Miss you guys. Do you miss me?

See you soon.


Sunday, July 24, 2016

Post 3330 - One More Day

Still in Halifax.

We decided to go out for coffee this afternoon. We had thought about going to Starbuck's or The Second Cup in Bayer's Lake, but at the last minute I recommended going to Otis and Clementine's in Tantallon.

It is a really neat used bookstore. It is clean and spacious and has an eclectic range of books to suit any taste. Plus, they sell coffee. I had a vanilla latte, and it tasted like more.

As for books, I got a tome about Huey P. Long, the once governor of Louisiana and then senator who at one time was gunning to be president, and might well have got there, had he not been assassinated. Some 80 years later, people still talk about him with the tone of, "Phew! We really dodged one there!"

There are several biographies about Long, but this is the one I got. 7 dollars that I hope will be well spent.

We hung around there for a while. They had a shelf of books just outside the store. Books were 2 dollars each or you could fill a Sobeys bag, stuff as many books in it as you want, for 10 dollars, taxes in. We took good advantage of that, cramming in as much Summer reading at the cottage as possible. The staff member was so impressed she gave us a second bag for the overage, and didn't charge us anything extra. I had not realized how many books Lawrence Sanders had published until today, nor that someone took over writing books under his name after he died.

We left and wandered next door to the Home Hardware store. We looked at the barbecues. Sensing our confusion, a staff member walked over and guided us to the "Green Egg" barbecues, which are pricier than heck, but which have a build quality that would rival anything the military could ever want or use. I get the feeling that they sell them on commission and have a few too many in stock.

Around 4:40, we took off again, eventually driving into Hubbards and alighting at the Trellis Cafe, where we had been several times before. We grabbed a table. It had not been cleaned off from the previous folks who had used it, and waited in vain for someone to bus it and clean it off. It did not happen. The folks at the next table had also been waiting for some time. They left. The guy at the other next table complained that his glass of water had some schmutz on it and requested a replacement. Patricia and I looked at each other and left.

We drove to the Queensland beach and soaked our feet. We continued on our journey back to the city and ended up at Samira's Lebanese Cuisine in Blackpoint, along the St. Margaret's Bay Road. It has been there since 1981.

My goodness, we had a good time there. We ordered the $38 combo plate, which contained 8 different pairs of food: 2 skewers, 2 of this kind of pastry, 2 kibbeh, 2 of that kind of pastry. Plus hummous and pita bread and rice with lentils. For dessert we had... what the hell were those pastries called? I can't remember. But there was a tiny dish of ice cream to go along with it, plus fruit: grapes, melon slices, an orange slice. And Turkish coffee so bitter and so strong that I will be up all night. We finally figured out that you eat some of the sweet dessert and then take a good sip of the coffee to even things out.

I teased our server, who was actually Samira, whether there might be dancing later on. "Only if you dance with me!", she replied. Sure enough, during the dinner, she rolled out the music player thingy, fired up some Lebanese music, and made me dance with her. Here's proof.

Notice in the last one, that that lady is checking out my ass. But I don't blame her, and neither should you. Humanity has to have that in order to procreate, you know.

We have eaten at a couple of places over the last few days. Tonight's meal was so good, we loved the ambience and service so much, that we can't wait to go back there.

Tomorrow, for sure, cottage!

See you when I see you.


Saturday, July 23, 2016

Post 3329 - Saturday

Yeah, still in the city.

We plan to go to the cottage Sunday. Today, we got lazy. Tonight, the power went off. So, tomorrow morning we will start to pack and head out probably by supper time. Be nice to wake up down there on Monday morning.

Internet service will be spotty at best. I will go to the library every couple or three days. When I do, I will produce a couple blog posts to hold you guys over to the next time I make it back. It is a vacation, after all. I need my rest.

The power went out earlier this evening. I actually had to read a paper-based book for a while, and it is a good one. Shame on me for not reading "Bag Man" until 22 years after it came out, and 7 years after its author had died. It's about the many shameful practices that took place in Nova Scotia politics over many decades.

I can add one, myself.

I remember my mother telling me that when she was very young, a candidate came by on election day and was giving bottles of rum to the men who had voted for him, and 10 dollar bills to the women. She gratefully accepted the ten spot. She didn't recall the name of the candidate but said it was a member of the Liberal party. This was what was done back then.

I am only at the point in the book where Don Ripley, the writer, has quit the Liberal party because of how he had been treated and lied to by the then Premier, Gerald Regan. I am learning about the Conservative leader, John Buchanan, and how Ripley came to know him and admire him and work for him. So I don't know if Ripley tells this story:

For many years in Nova Scotia, candidates of at least the two major parties were literally buying votes. They would somehow get their hands on voting ballots and would put the X next to their name. They would get voters to take those ballots to the election booth, drop the ballots in the box and return with the blank ballot that had been supplied to them when they went in to vote. Upon receiving the blank vote, the voter would get that bottle of rum or small cash prize.

According to Ripley's book, vote buying of some kind went on as recently as the 1988 election. With all the checks and balances today, I find it hard to believe it could still be happening, but maybe it does, in more subtle ways.

It's taken me 30 minutes to write this blog post. I have been corresponding with someone Facebook.

I think I will turn in for the evening. Should be a busy day tomorrow.

See you then.


Friday, July 22, 2016

Post 3328 - Friday

Well, I think it's Friday. One can never be sure when one is on... vacation!!

First day off. Slept in like a pro. Patricia had a hair appointment at noon, and from there went to a Nova Scotia Designer Craft Council thing downtown. Didn't get home until nearly 6:30, but bore gifts of hamburgers for our consumption.

We have spent the last few hours watching episodes 3-5 of "Stranger Things" on Netflix. It is an exceptionally good show, and I hope you are watching it.

I think I will turn in. This sitting around doing nothing is exhausting me.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, July 21, 2016

Post 3327 - It's Here

Vacation is here!! Woohoo!!

We are off... work ... until August 8th, a full two and a half weeks from now. Of course, we all know that vacation time goes into a special form of hyper drive, so that time off work will fly by. But I will enjoy it while I am on it.

I will likely produce blog posts during vacation. I will write some in advance. When I can, I will go to the library in River John or wherever and produce a blog post or two there. And I will also produce a media column whilst I am off.

Just this morning a source wrote to ask me if I had heard of .... and he gave me the name of a man who had perished at his own hand, quite some years ago. However, there is some possibility that he did not, that he was murdered. Just 12 hours later, some sources have contacted me and given me some information to start working with. This may be somewhat of a working vacation, because this case fascinates me.

Still loading up an external hard drive with movies and tv shows. Something causes the drive to go into a sleep mode after a few hours, and that in turn hangs the computer. That is not frustrating at all. No. Not in the slightest. Nope. Not at all.

After work this evening, we grabbed a quick bit at Pizza Delight in Bayer's Lake. I eat there once or twice a year just to remind myself why I don't like it there very much. Too much salt. Too much dough. Not enough toppings on the pizzas. Not a delight.

After that, we went to see "Nerve", an upcoming thriller starring Dave Franco and Emma Roberts. Even though the movie was not exactly aimed at our demographic, we enjoyed the movie much, much more than we thought we ever would. Intriguing concept. Innovative camera angles. Some in-jokes. Snappy dialogue. It was a good Summer popcorn movie. And somehow, this sneak preview was ahead even of the sneak that takes place at the San Diego Comic-Con over the coming days. Who needs to go to San Diego? Stay in Nova Scotia, where all the action is at.

I have been up late every night this week and feel a little punchy. I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Post 3326 - Wednesday

One day to go! One day to go!

Vacation starts at 4:30pm on Thursday. It is now 10:39pm on Wednesday. Then, two and a half blissful weeks. The crowd goes wild.

I just submitted my most recent media column to my editor at Frank. It contains, once again, information you will find nowhere else. I have expanded my column this time in a unique and, I think, surprising way. I hope you check it out.

The new issue will also have a true crime column by me in it. I will try to have at least a media column for two weeks from now. I doubt if there will be a true crime one. Those are very time consuming to produce, and I need a darn break.

I was up until midnight Tuesday night, and up again at 5:30 this morning. I spent hours after work tonight writing my afore-mentioned column. As you can well imagine, I have been using toothpicks to keep my eyes open. And they are snapping under the pressure my eyes are employing to try to close. So, if you'll excuse me...

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Post 3325 - Tuesday

Nearly 9:30.

It is amazing how quickly the evenings go. I think I just got home 5 minutes ago, but it was more like 6pm. By the time I cooked dinner and we ate it, and watched Inner Space on the Space Channel, it was 7:30. I had my shower and shave and stuff. I came down here to my home office to start writing a column for my deadline on Thursday, but decided to change my reconfigure my Sonarr to take advantage of the new usenet indexer I subscribed to today (nzbgeek). That working, I re-commenced copying movies and tv shows to that external hard drive, because I had to shut down my media server this morning because everything froze up real good.

So, now, it's 9:30. I haven't written a word.

I have taken a flurry of notes, though, and will be taking more. Patricia has her Pilates class at 6:30 tomorrow night. I will likely hang around after work until 7:30, giving me ample time to produce something good for my editor. As always, there will be exclusive content in this, stuff you can't get anywhere else.

What stuff? Well, you'll have to read Frank next week to find out, you so and so, you.

There will also be a true crime piece in the next Frank.

As for my vacation, I will try to produce at least an abbreviated media column for the issue out during the second week of my vacation. It will mean a couple of few trips to the library to scarf their internet connection and writing something and emailing it to my editor from there. I will be taking one of my laptops with me on vacay.

At any rate, I think I will turn in. As I pointed out a few paragraphs ago, I have a long day ahead of me on Wednesday.

See you tomorrow.


Monday, July 18, 2016

Post 3324 - Monday

Three days till vacation!

Need I say more? Well, okay, then. 72 hours till vacation!

I still have to produce a media column for this week's Frank deadline. As is usual for this time of year, there isn't much radio news. I am branching out to the tv. And, hey, if any Nova Scotia writer is putting out a cool book in the next little while, then I will likely plug that. I did that in the issue that is out now.

I am also copying over a bunch of movies and tv shows to an external hard drive, so that we can watch content on the media player at the cottage. It is a 3.0 usb hard drive hooked up to a 2.0 usb powered hub. Copying over a couple terabytes of stuff. By the time I get up in the morning, I am hoping that one or two of those copies are done, but I am not holding my breath.

Got home tonight with a bit of a headache. I think I will turn in.

You have a good evening, fellas. See you tomorrow.


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Post 3323 - Sunday


How was your day? That's good. I was worried.

The highlight for us today was probably seeing the Dykes versus Divas baseball game at the Halifax Commons. We had never been to see one of those games. Watching these men dressed up in their finery playing baseball against a bunch of women was quite a delight to watch. Patricia laughed quite hard. We didn't need the homophobic comments of the a-hole next to us, though. I mean, frig, buddy, if you don't approve of this stuff, the solution is simple. Stay home. Problem solved.

I wrote a rough draft of a short article for my editor this afternoon. Just now, I revised it and sent it off to him. I promised him that when he got to work Monday morning there would be 3 article from me. And there are. Now, I need to concentrate on my media column, which is due Thursday, and which has very little content so far.

I think I will turn in relatively early tonight. The next 4 days will be busy ones, as I prepare to go on vacation later on this week.

See you tomorrow. Keep smiling. Buy yourself something nice.


Saturday, July 16, 2016

Post 3322 - Saturday


I didn't write last night because my body pretty much shut down when I got home. I was out for the night.

Today we ventured over to Lower Sackville. Patricia wanted to pick up a thing that she uses for Pilates class. We returned to the house just in time to realize just how bloody hot it was, so we have stayed inside ever since.

I finished two columns for Frank Magazine today. Well, the latest drafts went to my editor, having made the changes he asked for, so I consider them done. Tomorrow I will write a brief sidebar for that second article. After that I will have to focus on my media column, which will be due on Thursday.

As is usual at this point, I am starting to worry that there will not be much radio news this column. The doldrums of Summer usually mean there is not much moving around within the local radio market. Ratings will commence after Labour Day, so in the couple of weeks leading up to that, you will see formats change, people be hired and fired, and all that wild and wacky stuff. But in mid-July? Radio program directors are enjoying their vacations, too, and are not deeply consumed with the things I just mentioned.

Speaking of vacations, mine starts in a matter of days. Thursday at 4:31pm to be exact. Two weeks off. I can hardly frigging wait. Beat to snot. Need a rest.

Speaking resting, I think I will turn in. This hot weather is busting me arse.

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, July 14, 2016

Post 3321 - Thursday

Past 11pm.

I did survive my dental appointment this morning. My dental hygienist is a great guy. I like and respect him. But I always feel like crap when I leave there because he is always pointing out the areas where I am deficient in my teeth management and care. I try hard, and fail every time. Reminds me of my early dating experiences.

I didn't mean to spend the last 2.5 hours working on my latest true crime column for Frank, but I did. I wanted to highlight something in an image, with an arrow, so I fired up Gimp, the linux-based image editor. People swear by Gimp. I was swearing at it. I couldn't figure out how to do much of anything with it, and it did not natively support the simple thing I wanted to do. (What is a "layer" in drawing programs, anyway?) I kept downloading simpler applications, finally finding one called Kolourpaint. It is nearly as basic as the Paint program that comes with Windows, which is to say, it is simple enough for me to use. It didn't support drawing an arrow on the image, so out of desperation and a sense of wanting to get it the frig over with, I just selected the paint tool and changed the colour of the part of the image I wanted to highlight, to red. I sent that image off to my editor. He has the original, so he can get one of his staff to do what I was hoping to do, using Photoshop, which damn well does support the drawing of arrows on images!

The weekend is nearly here, and I am looking forward to it. I will only have 4 days of work next week before we go on 2 weeks of vacation. Can hardly wait.

It is pushing 11:30. I have to get up for work in a scant 6 hours. I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Post 3320 - Wednesday


How was your day? I am in dread. Scared. Poopy. I have a dental appointment tomorrow.

I know that the dental hygienist will take one look at my mouth and cancel his 9am, 10am, 11am, and maybe even noon appointments, such will be the herculean task confronting him.

It is first thing in the morning, at 8. I hate going there. I hate being there. I can't wait to leave. And I have to pay them for the privilege. Sigh.

I had meant to go to bed before this. I have been up late too much the last several evenings. Think I will take care of that, now.

See you tomorrow, assuming I survive my cleaning.


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Post 3319 - Tuesday

Past 11pm.

Have spent the last 2.5 hours working on a draft of my next true crime piece for Frank Magazine. Sent it to my editor for his initial feedback. He will suggest changes, and I will go off and make them. I have been working on this particular cases since the end of May, and I am not done yet.

Been a very long day. After work we drove over to the meat market in Dartmouth, a little place called Gateway. For some strange reason, the place was nearly deserted when we got there, so we picked out the meat we wanted, Patricia selected a flat of strawberries, and we got home. She has one of those machines that you put in a double sheet of plastic through to form a bag, you put the substance in it you want stored, the machine sucks the moisture out of the bag and then seals it for you. The big freezer, which we cleaned out 2 days ago, is full again, and uncomfortably so.

Tomorrow beckons like a woman trying to dry her fingernail polish. I think I will turn in. Another long day tomorrow.

See you then.

Keep smiling. Wear something bright.


Monday, July 11, 2016

Post 3318 - Monday

Past 10:30.

I have spent the last 2.5 hours working on a rough draft of my latest missing person case. I have about 1200 words so far and am still adding stuff. I will add the stuff I want to add, edit it back and sent it off to my editor for his feedback. This is a fairly big story in its scope and I want to do a good job of it.

I have every intention of finishing it this week, which is to say my editor gets to go play with it for publication in an upcoming Frank, freeing me to begin working on yet another true crime story. Then, by next week, I will have to start writing my next radio column. There is always something, eh?

I had a headache this morning at 2, so I took one of my headache pills. Then, around 3 this afternoon, I came down with another one. This frequency of headaches very seldom happens. If it continues, I will start to worry. Maybe I am just working too hard.

Ha ha.

Me? Working too hard!

Get it?

Me. Working too hard. That's a joke.  I got a million of them.

I got up some 17 hours ago. I think I will turn in. Another long day awaits.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Sunday, July 10, 2016

Post 3317 - Sunday


I didn't write yesterday because after I finished my secret mission Saturday afternoon, and got something to eat, I was so zonked that I had to rest. I had planned to get up after a while and do something, like write a blog post and have a beer, but I ended up just turning in.

This morning I did some stuff and returned to the city in the afternoon in time to help Patricia defrost the big freezer in the kitchen. The ice buildup was unbelievable, but she says she's seen it worse.

Another work week beckons like dead relatives after a binge eating contest. I can hardly wait.

See you tomorrow.


Friday, July 8, 2016

Post 3316 - Friday

The weekend is here. The weekend is here!

I have spent a couple of hours tonight preparing for an interview that I will conduct over the weekend. One of my true crime columns in Frank Magazine. I am hopeful that this interview will get me lots of good information to share with my readers.

I am sorry to be so circumspect here. I don't want to spill the beans. I want you to read the finished article in the magazine when it runs, likely next month. If I leak the information here, you won't buy the magazine. So, circumspect, I shall be!

I have a long and busy day tomorrow, so I think I will turn in.

Take care of yourselves, keep smiling, and you will hear from me tomorrow.


Thursday, July 7, 2016

Post 3315 - Thursday


I will be turning in shortly. I was up and awake past midnight this morning.

Hey, I went to two barbecues today. Two. How many did you got to? Huh? How many? Bet it wasn't two!

We  had a semi annual barbecue thingy at work. They do it to foster morale and communication among staff, only the staff pays for the thing, and I just eat my food at my desk rather than balance it on my knee while strangers take bets on when I will spill everything on the floor. Not complaining though. For $7 I got a burger, a hot dog the size of me arse, two different kinds of salad, and a sliver of cake.

Where are my manners? Here it what I had on my plates today:

Yeah, I ate it all.

And, after work, after we snaked our way through traffic for nearly an hour, we ended up at the Timberlea church across the street from the Timberlea Parkway. They were having a chicken barbecue, with strawberry shortcake for dessert. For $12 a head, nearly twice what I had paid this morning, we each got a piece of chicken breast, a baked potato, some salad-like substance, as many rolls as we could stuff in our face, and a bowl of strawberry shortcake. I could not finish the latter. I was so stuffed it wasn't funny.

I waddled to my car, staggering to the left and the right in a vain effort to get to my vehicle. I squeezed behind the wheel. We drove home. I sort of oozed up the steps and into the house. And after 8pm, I slid down the stairs to my home office, where after greasing up my sides, I was able to get into this chair. The arms are chafing my love handles, but maybe I will get lucky and they will slough off some layers of skin.

I had to update my Frank media column this evening. There was a sudden and unexpected death in the Halifax radio world this morning and I wanted to make sure my readers had the latest information I could provide. It will all be in the latest Frank, which hits the web on Monday morning.

I promised myself and Patricia that I would not be up until midnight tonight. I intend to keep that promise.

You have a good evening, take care of yourselves, hug someone who matters to you, and I will see you tomorrow.


Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Post 3314 - Wednesday

Past 11:30.

I have sent off my two columns to my editor at Frank. The true crime one, and the media one. I sat down to write them, after many hours of writing and research, at around 5:30. I took a break after the first one, from 8 until about 9:20, and sent off the second one a few minutes ago.

News items were trickling in over the last few days. But as I was writing the column tonight, a source contacted me and asked if I had heard about all the Halifax radio news this week. I listed back the items I had. The person added two more items to my list, so I had to go out and get more information on them and incorporate them into the column. This kind of thing happens all the time, which is why I delay writing the final draft of the column until the last minute.

I got up 18 hours ago, and tomorrow promises to be a long day, as well. So I will close this off in the hope that I can get some sleep. I am probably over tired, so I may be awake for a while yet.

Is it too late to download some corn? I'm getting hungry.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Post 3313 - Tuesday

Past 10:30.

I have spent the last hour plus working on one of my Frank columns. I have two deadlines this week. Will try to get one done tomorrow, Wednesday, and the second one done for Thursday morning. As per my new usual, one will be a true crime column (an unsolved Nova Scotia-based murder this time); and the other, a media column. And as is usually the case, the media news trickles in during the two week period I write the thing, with fairly big news items coming in within hours of my deadline.

Anyway, how was your day? I awoke with a migraine this morning. A migraine is not a little person. That is a midget, I will have you know. Be nice. A migraine is a headache, the kind that makes you want to take the claw end of a hammer and try to pry the top of your skull off and remove the headache, as if it were a physical thing. I was prescribed a wonder drug quite a few years ago, and it has saved, if not my life, than my having to take dozens of sick days over the years. I took the pill, went back to sleep until 7:30, got up and went to work, catching every damned red light there was on the way. That wasn't frustrating at all.

After work, we went to Costco and bought.... nothing! Patricia got a prescription filled but we didn't buy anything. I didn't even sneak off for 5 minutes to get one of those all beef hot dogs, laced with as much mustard as the law permits. We got home. I dawdled for a while. And now here I am.

I think I will turn in. It will be a very long day tomorrow.

See you then, my lovelies.


Monday, July 4, 2016

Post 3312 - Monday


Back in the city.

Back to work tomorrow.

Where's the beer?


See you tomorrow.

(Maybe with a beer.)


Sunday, July 3, 2016

Post 3311 - Sunday

What? Sunday already?

Has it been two whole days since we arrived at the cottage? Two? Already? My goodness, where has the time gone? Well, it's gone through mowing the lawn, sleeping, writing, and thinking about  you.

Man, the fireworks here the other night! Newbie crawled under his fave chair and didn't emerge for hours. Scaredy cat! Pussy. Wimp.

I can't believe that we have to return to the city tomorrow. Why do long weekends go by faster than regular ones, anyway? Hardly fair.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


Saturday, July 2, 2016

Post 3310 - Saturday


That's better.

Another day at the cottage. A day spent writing stuff for my Frank column, watching a movie on da tee vee, and, of course, napping. There is something about the sea air hitting me in the face that causes me to drift off into a deep sleep. It is the kind of sleep from which I awaken, scratch myself, go pee, and then decide to sleep some more. It is the strangest thing.

How was your day? What are you wearing? Do you ever think of me?

You guys have a good evening. See you tomorrow.


Friday, July 1, 2016

Post 3309 - Friday

By the time you read this, we will have arrived at the cottage. I will have surveyed the property and seen that the vast lawn needs to be mowed, and that I had better get me arse on the lawn tractor and get to work.

I hope there is something good for dinner.

See you tomorrow.